I'm watching the young, hip James Coburn in The President's Analyst on TCM, and keeping an ear open for that loud rumbling sound that says get your ass into the basement.
I think he's even hipper in this movie than in Our Man Flint.
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I guess we didn't like Mike enough.
I know I didn't.
I'm drinking beer and yelling at CNN "go to hell John McCain, go to hell!"
Good times.
By Tony, at 10:01 PM
I'm watching the young, hip James Coburn in The President's Analyst on TCM, and keeping an ear open for that loud rumbling sound that says get your ass into the basement.
I think he's even hipper in this movie than in Our Man Flint.
And it's got a Barry McGuire song in it.
By Barry, at 10:11 PM
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